| Ain’t no who, what, why or when
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| Gonna turn me round from this world
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| Ain’t no, so I’m telling you again
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| Gonna make me stop into this world
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| So tired of hating, I’m just awaiting
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| You keep on walking to the end
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| Gonna make it work into this world
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| Come back, starting up again
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| Gonna make it right into this world
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| Love every hour in the tower
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| And you wait another day
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| And you know that they will say
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| That it’s too late, yeah
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| They’re telling you again
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| You turn around and nothing’s right
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| You only got to shine your light
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| It’s not make believe
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| Gonna make you believe
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| Ain’t no who, what, why or when
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| Gonna turn me round from this world
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| Gonna get to this world
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| Watch every hour, we’re in the tower
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| And you’re holding on again
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| And you’re trying to say, my friend
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| This will all turn out right
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| You know that it’s the end
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| But the answer’s here, my friend
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| But they’re telling you
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| That it’s just out of sight, yeah
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| Ain’t nobody gonna put me down
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| Gonna turn me round from this world
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| This world, from this world |